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Get your things on and bring your mother if you like but to Minister Malden's you go with me now! You hear Mary? I'll not wait!" "Where's Andrew?" "Andrew? Andrew? Why the devil do you keep on asking for Andrew? What's Andrew to you now?" "Where is he?" "Mary, you're a fool!" Her voice grew if anything more monotonous; his, higher and wilder.
That was a gala day in Deans' Lane. Sally Dean had a brand-new dress on the strength of it, and Dan gave himself more airs than ever before. After that Job was obliged to go to the Deans' twice a week for the mail, and more than once went away with the suspicion that Andrew Malden's mail had been well inspected before it left the office.
Twice during the following day with aching head and troubled heart Job tried to get another interview with the superintendent, but failed. How it came about he never knew, but before the end of the week it was common gossip around the mine that Job had made way with the company's bullion to clear off the mortgage on Andrew Malden's place.
I have constantly relied upon Mr Malden's account of the working of the Staple system. Other useful short accounts of the wool trade and the Stapler's Company may be found in the following works: Sir C.P. Lucas, The Beginnings of English Overseas Enterprise , c. II; and A.L. Jenckes, The Staple of England .
When the snows came and the logging sleds were passing every day loaded for Andrew Malden's mill, he always managed to find Jane at Sugar Pine Hill at all odd sorts of hours and give her a ride to the mill on the top of the logs, and walk back with her, as he let the horses tug the old sled slowly up the mountain. The only rival he had was Dan, his pretended friend but certain enemy.
"An' the Chinaman's dyin' an' wants the minister, an' Mate Snow he got there first." The light went out in the room; I heard a chair knocked over, and then Minister Malden's voice: "God forgive me! God forgive me!" I ran, sprawling headlong through the shrubs.
She had thought that Julian's confession must be the end of the violent experiences which had befallen her in Mrs. Malden's house. Then she had thought that Louis' accident must be the end. Each time she had been mistaken. But she could not be mistaken now. No conceivable event, however awful, could cap Louis' confession that he had thieved and under such circumstances!
At last, the great event was called Malden's mare against Pete's noted plunger. The Vaqueros cleared the way, a pistol shot in the distance announced they had started, a cloud of dust that they were coming. It was not a trot; it was a neck-and-neck run, such as Job had taken hundreds of times over the great pasture lot on Pine Tree Ranch. He was perfectly at home.
His staunch character, his local fame as a student at the Frost Creek school, and his general manly bearing, added to Mr. Malden's influence in the county, won him the place when the former assistant left for the East. Andrew Malden thought it would be a good experience for a young man like Job, and perhaps would open the way to something better than a lumber mill and a timber and stock ranch.
Compare Gower's account of the machinations of the Lombards, op. cit., pp. 281-2. See the clear account of all these operations in Mr Malden's introduction to the Cely Papers, pp. xi-xiii, xxxviii. Ibid., p. vii. Cely Papers, pp. 194-6; and see Introd., pp. xxxvi-viii. Ibid., pp. 71-2.
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